Did you know that Aphrodites was older than me? I mean, she was born centuries later, and we still made it work. Don't be so nervous. I know, believe me Aphrodites was much more attractive than me too, but that's okay. Actually me worrying about that is probably why we grew apart at first, but distance made the heart fonder, and cupid does have arrows that can be, let us say, compared to the normal ones, just a little stronger. So alls well that ends well, even love. Perhaps we knew that the two of you couldn't take the plunge so we gave you both a sailcloth, just so you could land well. And pretend like the "sickness" was the sickest of all plunges? Hmm? And the law is the law, and those that enforce it do, love is not a prison either, it is a key to get out of the prison we have when we don't know it had been there all along. So be who you are, and speak in a song, she may cry for a bit, but that's singing along. You see poetry of love is never written poorly. For if it is of true love then it is documenting our truest wealth perfectly.